The poetry's sank so deep into me, it's cut into my skin and choked me; so I can no longer breathe. There's no more saving me from the deep, even my soul is soaked in End's darkest memories.
End
The poetry's sank so deep into me, it's cut into my skin and choked me; so I can no longer breathe. There's no more saving me from the deep, even my soul is soaked in End's darkest memories.
